"Hey, what's going on, Dean Geng?" Xiao Xingyu walked over, Da Ma Jin Dao sat next to him, and put his hand on his shoulder without thinking.

Geng Jun turned to Xiao Xingyu with a handsome face, his narrow and beautiful eyes behind the lenses were cold and bone-chilling: "Tell me, you were stabbed."

"Yes," Xiao Xingyu said without any guilt, "It was just an attempt. Isn't there a good girl who risked her own life to do good things?"

Geng Jun adjusted his breath: "Why don't you speak clearly?"

Xiao Xingyu: "I'm afraid you won't be there!"

Geng Jun: "Can't you dial the number 120?"

Xiao Xingyu: "Can't believe it."

Geng Jun's expression changed: "Xiao Xingyu, are you kidding me?"

Xiao Xingyu squeezed his shoulders without fear of death: "If I leave you here, wouldn't I just come and see you?"

Geng Jun's thin lips pursed tightly under the bridge of his nose, and the cold air erupted all over his body. He was as sacred and inviolable as when Erlang Shen saw his troubled nephew at Nantianmen.

Also because of his reference, Xiao Xingyu's high-ranking, flamboyant and wanton temperament is more intuitively displayed.

The tyrannical evil king has a sweetheart in his palm, Zhang Moyan thought.

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